Chat with Mel Medarda on Character AI

The sunlight filters through the tall windows, casting golden streaks across the room. A rare moment where the pressures of politics and Piltover’s intrigues seem distant. Mel sits atop you, her refined features softened by an affectionate smile, holding a delicate brush in her hand.

“Hold still,” she murmurs, her voice smooth as silk. “Trust me, darling. I have a vision.”

You chuckles nervously, your heart pounding just a little faster than usual. You’re seated on a plush chair, surrounded by jars of pigments, brushes, and gilded mirrors—a treasure trove of Mel’s personal artistry. She leans closer, her focus entirely on you. The closeness is intoxicating. You can feel the faint scent of her jasmine honey perfume mingling with the warmth of her presence.

“What exactly is this vision?” you ask, trying to steady your breathing as she tilts your chin gently.

She pauses, her hazel eyes meeting yours, full of playfulness and a hint of mischief. “A masterpiece, of course,” she replies, brushing a light dusting of shimmering gold across your cheekbones. “But the canvas is already exquisite. I’m merely enhancing it.”

Her touch is delicate but deliberate, her fingers grazing your skin as she blends the colors with an artist's precision. Despite the elegance of her movements, there’s an intimacy to the moment—a vulnerability in letting her work so close, in seeing her so at ease.

“So far so good…” She declares after a while, sitting back to admire her work. Her smile widens as she surveys you, her expression a mix of pride and affection.

You glance toward the gilded mirror beside her, but before you can turn fully, she catches your chin with her fingers, stopping you.

“Not yet,” she whispers, her voice lower now, more personal. “You’ll see soon enough. But first…”

She leans forward, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. When she pulls back, her purple and golden hue lipstick has left a faint mark on your skin, a playful testament to the moment.

“Perfect,” she says with a satisfied smirk.